Hi! Sorry for the delay in updating, I've just started back at school so been too busy to write, anyway here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!

"I think... I think I'm in love with her." Beca sobbed, quietly. Then she looked up at Aubrey, "I always have been haven't I?", the blonde smiled weakly, nodding gently. "Aubrey, what the fuck do I do now?"

"I could try and give you advice Beca, but in the end you need to do what feels right, and deep down I think you probably know what that is."

"That sounds an awful lot like advice Bree," laughed Beca, wiping the remaining tears from her face. Aubrey chuckled, "Was it good advice?"

"I think it was Bree, but I don't know if I can do it. What if it ruins everything? She's my best friend."

"I don't want to speak too soon Beca, but I think it might just be the best thing you ever do."

The brunette furrowed her brow slightly, "Why on earth would you think that?"

"Just a suspicion Beca, just a suspicion..."

Beca didn't seem convinced but didn't question her.

"Right, we better get back inside, Chloe will be wondering where you've got to."

The younger woman winced slightly at the mention of the red head, before begrudgingly getting up from her seat on the bench and turning to the blonde.

"Thank you Bree, it means a lot, really."

"Your welcome Beca, and if you ever need to talk, I'm here ok?"

She responded with a nod of the head and a brief, but appreciative hug.

The pair headed back into the hotel, Beca caught Chloe's eye across the room, she was sat back at their table, the older woman waved cheerily at her as Beca walked over.

"Hey Becs, is your mom ok?"

"My mom? Oh yeah she's, uh, fine. Yeah just some... uh thing, anyway doesn't matter."

Chloe raised an eyebrow.

"What?", said Beca defensively.

"Nothing! Anyway it's getting kind of late we should think about leaving soon."

It definitely wasn't late but the two were very ready to go.

"Totally, also can I slap your aunt Muriel before we go?"

"Beca!"

"What! She was a huge homophobe."

"I know that, she's a bitch, but she's also like, 100 years old!"

Beca giggled as the two of them got up to leave.

The brunette followed Chloe around whilst she said goodbye to various relatives and family friends, and they passed Aubrey just as they were about to step out the door. Beca blushed slightly and looked away when they made eye contact.

"Bye Bree! So good to see you, we're heading back early tomorrow so probably won't see you in the morning."

"Great to see you too Chlo, we need to arrange something again soon!"

"Definitely." The two embraced whilst Beca stood by awkwardly. They released and the blonde turned to face her.

"Good to see you as well Beca, remember what I said, ok?"

"Thanks Bree, will do." She gave her a small, but appreciative smile and hug before the eventually walked out the door.

"What do you need to remember?"

Beca panicked internally.

"Oh she was, uh, just telling me about her friend who has some sort of music company that she might be able to get me a job at."

"Wow that would be great Becs!"

Beca was simultaneously proud of the excellent lie she'd managed to create, but also cringed at the fact that Chloe would definitely bring this up again at some point.

"Yeah, yeah it would."

"Right, do you wanna grab a quick drink before we head back to the house?"

"Go on then, just one though," warned Beca.

It was not just one. They'd found a small, cosy bar on the edge of town and had been drinking consistently an hour or so. Neither were drunk, but both were considerably tipsy, and Beca, in fact, probably was drunk, though she'd deny it.

They were talking aimlessly, until a song started to play that they both recognised.

"OMG Becs no way is this playing...Becs?".

The brunette's eyes were filling with tears.

"Becs are you ok?"

"I'm- I'm fine...", she choked out. She'd cried more times this night that she had in the past year.

"What is it?"

"It's no-nothing." She sniffled.

"Bec it's clearly not nothing, you've been acting strange all night."

"I- it doesn't matter...I can't say it."

Chloe got up from her seat across the table and moved round to sit next to the brunette, who flinched slightly as the red head put an arm round her.

"You can't say it or you don't want to say it?".

Beca shrugged as the tears continued to run down her face. "Please just leave it Chlo," she snapped.

Chloe was surprised at Beca's retort but continued her attempts to get her to open up.

"Beca I know you and I know that if you don't tell me now then you're just going to bottle it up forever."

"Of course I'm going to bottle it up Chloe that's all I can fucking do isn't it? It's not like I can just openly admit to fucking being in love with my best fucking friend can I?".

A silence fell upon them.

"Shit," breathed Beca, "I've got to... I need to get out of here."

Chloe just sat there, too stunned to say anything.

The brunette had just about walked out the door of the bar when Chloe finally said anything.

"Beca wait!"

But it was too late, the DJ had already left and Chloe was alone to try and organise the millions of thoughts running through her head